"Very well. Son of a bitch, your tough guy act is solid – I'd give you that." Wu Jiechao seethed as he stared daggers at Chen Xiaobei. "You might the first to belittle Qing Wu in our long history, but I'll teach you the difference between us and you shall pay for your arrogance!"
"Let's start then." Chen Xiaobei grinned calmly. "Everything you say is bullshit until there's a winner!"
"Fine! People! Bring us two rods!" Wu Jiechao shouted.
The room was filled with racks that held very manner of weaponry; it was a place that men of Jianghu gather after all.
One of the onlookers had quickly handed both Chen Xiaobei and Wu Jiechao a rod, and everyone soon took a few steps back to give them enough room to fight.
